"Frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing to sleep. Lonely Hanshan Temple in the outer city of Suzhou, the bell rang to the passenger ship in the middle of the night. " Night parking near Fengqiao.
In Zhang Ji's life, only this poem has been passed down to later generations, but this poem alone is enough to make his name immortal.
More than 1,200 years ago, Zhang Ji went to Beijing to take the exam. Like every student in the world, he has always hoped that the "ten years of cold window" and "three nights of lights and five chickens" will pay off, and he has always hoped to become famous in one fell swoop. On the day of publishing the list, you can enjoy the romantic flow of arranging flowers and wandering the streets; I can get the honor of returning home with a robe and wealth. Moreover, you can see the elegance of civil and military officials at the Qionglin banquet and see the true face of the dragon with your own eyes.
The day of publishing the list is coming to an end. Full of expectations, Zhang Ji went to Beijing to find his name. The smile on her face faded away, the radian of her mouth rose from rising to falling, her muscles tightened, her eyebrows locked deeper and her heart tightened. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye and slid across the man's cheek.
Gankun Lang Lang, white clouds leisurely, all noisy, Zhang Ji puzzled. He failed the list! However, the list is big and long, but there is no his name. At this moment, he felt that everyone was looking at him who didn't pass the exam, and they were all talking in their hearts. Feeling ashamed and depressed, Zhang Ji left the capital with his head down. Come to Suzhou-the beautiful water town capital.
After negotiating the price with the boatman, Zhang Ji set foot on the boat. The boat was like the wind, like a reed, and was at a loss. Feng Xu stood guard and stopped at the foot of Suzhou Fengqiao. The people on board were very ill, but Zhang Ji's heart was heavy and he couldn't get rid of his worries. The moon is slanting to the west, and the cold moonlight makes everything seem lonely, and crows crow hoarsely, making the night quieter. Frost covers the roof tiles, frost bears a thousand grasses, stars are like clear frost, and each one is cold. Zhang Ji, who has fallen off the list, has been covered by autumn frost. Alas! The dark and brilliant world has left me.
The maple on the shore is like fire, and the fishing fire on the river is two or three. It's late at night and the fisherman is still working hard. Sleepers are sleeping, laborers are working, only Zhang Ji, without work, can't sleep. Tonight is a sleepless night.
The bells of Hanshan Temple rang in the solemn air. Slipped across the water and bumped into Zhang Ji's ear. The bell, in the ears of people immersed in dreams, is just a vague sound, but in Zhang Jier, who is sleepy and insomnia, it clearly hits his heart, heavy and heavy, which makes him more worried.
On this sleepless night, Zhang Ji wrote his melancholy thoughts into a farewell song and wrote the well-known a night-mooring near maple bridge. He was unknown on the list, and his fame surpassed everyone on the list at that time. Without Zhang Ji, who came last, there would be no such good poem. If Zhang Ji is on the list, his name will probably only spread to the present, and in this era of 1200 years later, it has long been forgotten.
You never know, and the value of many things can't be determined at one time. Is Zhang Ji on the list? It is better to hang the bill. At that time, who wanted to lose the list? However, many years later, it was really good that Zhang Ji failed the list at that time, because he failed the list and spent the night near Fengqiao, and because he spent the night near Fengqiao, Zhang Ji's reputation was immortal, and so was his insomnia.
Zhang Ji's worry about failing the list became the reason why he later enjoyed a permanent reputation. This bitter thing finally turned into a beautiful thing, and its beauty deserves our deep thought.
This is the most famous poem in Dali. The first two sentences are full of images: falling moon, crow, frosty sky, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, sleepless people, which creates an aesthetic situation with rich meanings and rhymes. The last two sentences, the image of the city, the image of the temple, the image of the ship and the image of the bell, are an ethereal and far-reaching artistic conception. It is difficult to see things at night without a moon, fishing and fire are eye-catching, frost and snow are cold; Midnight is a silent time, but I can hear crows and bells ringing. With this contrast, silence and sound, the scenery is all in love, and the sound is all in the heart. The artistic conception is scattered, and the faint touch of guest worries is blurred and meaningful, swaying in the night sky of Gusu City. One bridge, one water, one temple and one city add eternal amorous feelings and attract people. The whole poem begins with a sad word. At that time, the monk temple had the habit of ringing the bell at midnight, which was also called "impermanence bell". Ceng Yun in Ouyang Xiu's Poem on June 1st said: "Poets are greedy for good sentences, but they are unreasonable and their words are sick." For example, in the Tang Dynasty, there was a saying,' Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City knocks on passenger ships at midnight'. It is better for people to say it, for example, midnight is not the time to ring the bell. "Geng Xi Shi Hua" demonstrates here: "However, I used to be an official in Gusu, and every three drums were exhausted. From the beginning of the fourth drum, the bells of all temples rang. I think it has existed since the Tang Dynasty. After observing Gu Yu's poems, he said, "Be sure to know your friends at home and listen to the midnight bell of Goushan in the distance." Bai Letian said, "Under the new autumn pine, after midnight." Wen Tingyun said:' Looking back at the leisure list frequently, there is no midnight clock in the window.' So the elder said, not just Zhang. Sun Yong, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said in his quatrain "Crossing the Qiao Feng Temple": "To grow old together and dream back, the castle peak will not change its old appearance. The moon sets at the temple near the bridge, and it is still midnight to lean on the pillow. " "Poetry" said: "Zhang Ji's" Midnight Bell Knocks on Passenger Ships "tells a lot of people, all of whom were fooled by the old people. Poetry flows from the scenery only in the tone of melody, and the combination of interest and image is only a fact. How can he be idle? Whether it is right or wrong in the middle of the night, whether the bell is heard or not is unknown. " "Don't pick up the money in Tang Poetry": "Midnight bells are either wrong or there are midnight bells here, which is not a solution. If you want it, the poet can't be persistent. If you persist, then' the morning bell is wet outside the clouds',' the clock and the white clouds' and' the fallen leaves are full of sparse clocks' are all unreasonable. "
"Three Episodes of Tang Poetry": "The whole poem begins with' melancholy sleep', and the beauty lies in silence." "Zhaisha Tang Poetry": "The word' sad sleep' is the whole chapter." He teased the word "worry" and wrote that night in vain, tossing and turning. "Interpretation of Ancient Poetry": "This poem is the best, like a connection, like a break, like a connection."
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